Numbers

Though your time has come I’m sorry to inform you
That your ashes had no family to go to
And that society’s ideals are so sadistic
That your untimely death has been made into a statistic

They do not care about you
About what your legacy will turn into
They care more about the numbers
They don’t care about your slumber

And in the time of your recent demise
We see your mother and your father, tears are filling their eyes
Because your spirit has been turned into a number
Now rest easy, I will leave you to your slumber